Khaos didn’t just mark her—he forced it.
I see the deep red scratches trailing down her arms, the bruising fingerprints around her swollen wrists. A small tear splits her lower lip.
I bite back a curse, but it slips out anyway.“Son of a b***h. That bastard didn’t learn his lesson, did he? Not even after I clawed up his face as a warning.”
Jasmine’s eyes fill with tears, but I don’t soften.
“Did you go back to him?”
Her mouth opens, then closes. Shame bleeds across her face before she even speaks. Her fingers twist in the hem of her sweater but I don’t bother masking the disappointment in my voice. I can’t.
“Because how the hell did he find you, Jasmine? You were supposed to be hiding at the treehouse. That was your secret place—where he couldn’t find you, remember?”
A broken sound
